Chapter 13
Ididn’t care what she said. There had to be some narcotics in those damn cigarettes. Otherwise, I most assuredly wouldn’t have said all that shit to her. I wouldn’t have touched her face. I wouldn’t have leaned in and kissed those plush lips of hers, and I wouldn’t have felt her press her soft body to mine.
But I did feel all of that in real time. It wasn’t a dream or a fantasy. I was actually in a suite in one of the most expensive hotels in the world locking lips with Bianca Bambina, Ishmia Désir, my…friend. I probably should’ve stopped. I should’ve backed away from her and run up out of there to where I was supposed to be staying, but somehow, this felt so damn right.
She opened her mouth while snaking her arms around my neck, and I let my hands slide from her waist to the cushiony globes of her ass. A desperate moan escaped my mouth and entered hers when I felt her grip my shoulders. She pulled away first, and I had to fight not to beg her to come back.
“I want this. I’m not high or drunk. I’m alert and aware and I want this. I want you so bad.” She was breathless, and her eyes were closed as she spoke.
“Ishmia, open your eyes,” I said.
She did, her eyebrows wrinkled. “Please don’t say no.”
I frowned, moving closer to her. “Why the fuck would I say no? I already told you what I wanted, what I still want.”
Pulling my face down to hers, she kissed me, making me so damn weak. Kissing her back, I held her face in my hands, letting my tongue taste every inch of her sweet mouth. I felt her tug at the waist of my brand-new pants and sucked in a breath as she yanked them and my underwear down, freeing my erection. Then she was stroking me, our mouths still connected, my heart threatening to beat itself into asystole. I tore my mouth from hers, trying to catch my breath.
“Shit. Fuck,” I muttered before grabbing the bottom of her new blouse and pulling it over her head. She frantically shed her pants, panties, and bra before I could, and the next thing I knew, we were on the carpet—kissing and embracing and moaning like it’d been forever since either of us fucked. It’d damn sure been a minute for me.
She was on top of me when she ended the kiss, dragging her mouth to my neck.
“I got condoms in my luggage,” I shared as I gripped her ass and tried not to bust prematurely.
Lifting her head, she smiled at me. “You came prepared, huh?”
“No—yes, but not necessarily for you. I didn’t think this was possible.”
“Why wouldn’t it be? You are fine as hell.”
I grinned. “See, I told you I was. Uh…you gon’ let me get up so I can get the condoms?”
“Yes,” she said but didn’t move.
“Ish—”
She hopped up, looking down at me. “I’m going with you. I can’t wait for you to come back. I’m about to fucking melt.”
I jumped up, too, grabbing her hand and racing to my bedroom. I fumbled around in my suitcase until I found the condoms and fought to concentrate as I covered myself with one while she kissed my back and wrapped her arms around me to touch my stomach. My abs twitched in response, and I found myself groaning, “You gon’ make me fuck the shit out of you with all this teasing you’re doing.”
“I’m not teasing,” she countered. “I just can’t keep my hands off you.”
Condom finally in place, I spun around and picked her up, whimpering when she wrapped her plentiful thighs around me.
“I wanna take my time and taste you first, but I can’t. If I’m not inside you in the next thirty seconds, I think I’ma die,” I disclosed.
“Same. Fuck me, Orlando.”
I bit my lip as I moved us to a wall, pinning her against it. Her mouth was on my neck again when I said, “Hold on.”
Then I was easing inside her with a loud, tortured, “Ohhhhh, shit!”
Into my neck, she whimpered, “Ahhhh, fuck!”
I rocked in and out of her, kissed her, savored her, and fought not to pinch myself. It wasn’t just that I was fucking her. It was that she felt so good.
Good googly moogly!
Yes, her pussy had reduced me to the most basic of language. Shit, even my thoughts were babbling at that point, and she wasn’t much better off as she blurted a string of unrelated words while scouring my shoulders with those pretty—and sharp—pink fingernails.
“Banana-Polaroid-hat-lamp!” she blathered before clutching my face and kissing me so hard; I swear she somehow drew blood from my lips.
We fucked and kissed and bit and nipped and moaned like a couple of wild animals, my legs trembling as the sound of her wetness played like the underlying melody to our symphony. I felt her seize and stiffen. Her breathing halted, and tears spilled from her eyes as she whined, “Oh! Oh! Ohhhh!”
Her walls quaked around me, and my own release commenced, achingly and brutally satisfying. Then we crumpled to the floor.
“Thalassophobia,” I said as I tried to catch my breath.
“W-what?” she panted.
“Thalassophobia. It means a fear of deep water, like the ocean.”
“Oh.”
I awakened early the next morning, still on the floor…lying on my back. What awakened me was her—Ishmia. She’d straddled me and was sliding that hot, wet pussy of hers over my dick. Wait, maybe my dick woke me up since it was harder than a forty-eight ounce can of refried beans.
I blinked, reaching up to rub my thumb across her bottom lip. “This how you wake a nigga up?”
With a smirk, she replied, “It worked, didn’t it?”
I smiled, pulling her face down to mine and kissing her deeply. When her mouth left mine, I felt her move and heard the unmistakable sound of a foil wrapper being ripped open.
“So…you found my condoms,” I observed.
“You dropped them on the floor. They were easy to locate,” she explained.
“Okay. You want me to—never mind.”
She covered my dick and was back on top of me in seconds, guiding me inside her and sinking down on me with a shudder. I closed my eyes, dropped my arms back beside my head, and felt her ride me. If we kept this up, I was going to lose my mind. She was too hot, too tight, too good. Her whimpers were too sweet in my ears. Her teeth sinking into my neck as she grinded on my dick was too stimulating. Her fingers in my locs—too tangible. This woman was just too damn much, and I wanted more of her. I wanted all of her, every single drop. So I opened my eyes and lifted my head. She met me halfway, her tongue tracing my lips before diving inside my mouth as I grasped her hips and began to control her ride.
“This pussy is good! You know that?” I asked, not really expecting an answer. However, she gave me one in the form of a low, guttural moan as her mouth met mine again. This kiss was ravenous and chaotic, lacking rhythm or any type of sophistication. It was comprised of pure, primal need. Deep, desperate need. This chemistry, this fire we shared…it was something I knew at that moment we could only have with each other. This magic was unique to this pairing. All that told me was I was going to have one hell of a time getting over her when she decided she was done with me.
She grabbed my hands, hindering my orchestration and shrieking my name as she threw her head back. The familiar sensation of her walls shuddering around me did its job of yanking my nut from me again, causing me to lift up and clamp my mouth to her neck, sucking it so feverishly that I left a mark on her pale skin.